What was he doing to me, I couldn't concentrate around him. Since that morning in the car park I'd struggled to move passed it, to get the feel of his lips from my mind. It was like he'd branded me has his and it was ridiculous, I am connie Beauchamp and I belonged to no man.

It was some conciliation that he too seemed to be struggling with it as much as me, the flirting had stopped, he hadn't called me sweetcheeks in over a week. It had all been exchanged for glances across the department and his fingers subtlety grazing against mine. I'm not sure yet which Jacob I preferred.

...

Connie was miles away with her head down as she walked, reading and rereading a bulky patient file, frustration evident in the frown she wore.

She flicked through the pages backwards and forwards until suddenly there was no file, there was just a broad chest and she recognised it instantly.

"Sorry..." she heard Jacob mumble as they both crouched down to scrape up the papers. "...I didn't see you...sorry."

"It's fine...I wasn't watching where I was going." She brushed him off, her eyes downcast trying not to acknowledge his proximity.

Their fingers skimmed so many times Connie could be forgiven for thinking he was doing it on purpose, as she reached for a page there he was trying to pick up the same one and it frazzled her control. "Stop!" she snapped. "Its fine...I've got this..." rubbing her hand across her forehead. "...just leave it...go get on with your work." She sighed, it was all to much and not enough all at the same time.

"It's fine...I don't mind...Connie let me help." He seemed to be pleading with her and she didn't know why it meant so much to him.

She stood up needing some space, watching as he scooped up the paperwork into some sort of order.

Jacob looked up. "I said help...not do it all myself." he teased.

There he was, the cocky nurse that had been missing. "Well it was your fault." She couldn't help smirking back at him as she started to enjoy their little exchange, her heart fluttered as the light in his eyes danced at her playful retort.

Standing with all the papers he hugged them to his chest goading and daring her to take them from him.

Never one to back down from a challenge Connie stepped forward holding out her hand but he still didn't move, just watched and waited for her next move. With a sigh and a eye roll Connie gripped the edge of the file and tugged it from him. "Thank you..." she set off walking. "...oh and Jacob..." she fired over her shoulder. "...it's Mrs Beauchamp!"

Slapping the chaotic file down with a groan Connie stood in front of her desk trying to sort the mess, not only had she been left with no clue what was ailing her patient, now she had to sort his file. Her skin prickled sending goosebumps down her spine, she should have known he'd follower her, he wasn't the type to let her have the last word, so when she sensed him behind her she wasn't surprised.

She found herself unable to move, she was under some kind of spell that she didn't want to break so she held her nerve, tried to focus on the documents in front of her.

Connie was expecting words, a wise crack but it's not what happened, it's not what she got. She felt a light touch in her hair, just a few strands being dislodging from their resting place, then came his breath just behind her ear, it prickled at her skin sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down her spine forcing her eyes closed as she basked mindlessly in the delicate sensation. She wanted to lean into his chest, there was a low rumble emanating from him and she wondered what it would feel like vibrating against her back. He didn't touch her, there was no physical connection, he didn't need to, just the knowledge that he was so close and the feel of his gentle breath on her neck was enough to make her knees weak.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing on her desk broke the spell, made her jump and brought reality crashing down. Connie reached for the handset just to stop the harsh noise and before putting it to her ear she turned around to find the room empty, the door wide open and staff going about their business beyond it.

Had she imagined it? Her thundering heart said otherwise.

A frown creased her forehead as she greeted her caller. "Hello..."